It must really be something making stuff up all the time. Yeah, it teaches you to lie. You make up believable stuff. It's called suspension of disbelief.
You just can't tell about people, can you? Even the ones you think you know inside and out.
You know what they say: Takes one to know one.
I'm learning. Pretty soon I'll know you better than you know yourself.
- Mr. Boz was a major contributor to the mayor's campaign. He was chairman of the board of the Palace of Fine Arts. A civic-minded, very respectable rock and roll star.
- Then, what's that over there? Looks like civic-minded, very respectable cocaine.
- What's your new book about?
- A detective. He falls for the wrong woman. She kills him.
- Did you miss me?
- No.
- Why don't you come over here and tell me no.
- What are you researching?
- a new ending to your book.
- Oh, really? What's the twist?
- The detective falls for the wrong girl. But he doesn't die. They fuck like minks, raise rug rats...and live happily ever after.
- I don't want to do this. Please. I don't want to do this. I lose everybody. I don't want to lose you. What do we do now?
- Fuck like minks...raise rug rats and live happily ever after.
- I hate rug rats.
- Fuck like minks, forget the rug rats...and live happily ever after.